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Written By: Ari I "Dawson...can you bring me my strapless bra?" Suddenly she appeared to him, wearing only the thin panties what was
supposed to match the infamous bra, her arms up to plait hairs. He held
his breath; swallowing a couple of times, and following with her breasts
with his eyes, that sweetly swayed at her every move. He couldn't help
but stretch out his hands through fingering her tender nipples and then
blurted out, "Joey, you don't need a bra at all. That's for sure". Dawson was really enjoying the sight. This was his first time. Well, first time he lived with a woman, lived as to share everything from bed and bath to groceries and flu. He was still amazed every time he saw her cast off underwear between his dirty shirts in the laundry basket or her internal tampons casually on top of his shaving foam in medicine chest. He loved the closeness, the intimacy that these dull things witnessed, loved all that meant "living with Joey." "Let's go Dawson, please. I'm ready too." her words rushed into his daydream. He got up, watched her face, grabbing a random lipstick from bureau, pocketed it, and headed toward the front door of their apartment. Later, they were on their way to Rockefeller Center, sitting in the
back seat of a cab. Joey moaned loudly inspecting herself in her hand
mirror. Looking out the window, Dawson smiled and stretching the lipstick,
without turning his head. As a reward, he received one loving kiss on
his right dimple. The evening went by without hitches. "A standard cultural event in New York, exactly the kind of stuff that could bore you 'till death" Dawson mumbled during the trip home. Joey sighed and smiled briefly but remained silent. He darted a quick glance at her, hazily worried about her unusual lack of reaction. After her speech, Joey was more relaxed and kept on talking all the time with dozen of sophisticated people, holding her glass and drinking occasionally a sip of wine. He was still surprised seeing this side of her, totally unknown to him. The too tall girl from Capeside that she's been, has conversed in an off hand manner with those snobby and powerful people. Inside he was laughing like crazy, remembering the times that Joey, to reduce the stress of a hard day at work, had mimicked for him one of those strange follows. Back at home, around midnight, Dawson was sunken on the sofa, reading
a few reviews about the last Toronto Film Festival waiting for Joey.
As a many Friday nights, they would watch some random old movie, but
she didn't come. After a while he called her and then went into the
bedroom to see whats the matter, and found Joey on her side, rolled
up on the bed. He climbed toward her and asked whispering, "Are
you sick baby?" He mentally cursed himself for haven't recognizing the hints. Joey was still shy about this, but after a few months Dawson was well aware about this so called "feminine problem." He memorized the periodical small changes in her behavior and in her body. Some days she was more "willing" to make love and others, usually right before, her breasts were so sensitive that his lightest touch made her start. He carefully starred at her and began to lie down on the bed, but Joey
said, "No, this isn't necessary. Come back to the living room,
I know you would watch the movies Dawson." If anyone saw in the room later during the same night, this person would see Dawson watching another of Frank Capra's movies It Happened One Night, while rubbing her lower stomach lovingly with his warm, strong hand. And Joey, in a blissful half sleep, smiling at the sweet sensation of relaxation, feeling her faint pain subside at every of Dawson's slow caresses. II. "Be careful, if he swallows sea water again we couldn't persuade
him to at least float," she warned Dawson, before entrust the baby
in his wet arms. They began to walk toward the huge towel spread on hot sand, while
the baby kept on rubbing his eyes and his face against Dawson's chest
"I think he don't like salt on his skin" James was only 11 months old and didn't speak and walk yet. But he already understood very well that when his mom would be firm and when not. Therefore, hopeful, he turned his head around in Dawson's direction and unfortunately, dad was gathering all their stuff inside the satchel, unaware of his hope. James sighed, resigned. Before the sun became too strong for the baby, the three were coming
back home. The house was right in front of the Pacific Ocean, along
the beach. Dawson had purchased the house several years ago on favorable
term, because it wasn't new and neither in a fashionable neighborhood,
using his first earnings from "The Creek." But when Joey saw
the house, she failed to fall in love at first sight. The building was
"friendly," the kind of place where you could shut the world
out and feel safe. Well, maybe the house didn't own all merits in this.
Joey knew from where the sensation brought about, it's Dawson's house.
And with the word "Dawson" came all her positive thoughts,
her strength. Wherever he lives, there's her safe place. "Do you want to bathe James now?" asked Dawson throwing open
the large glass window in the level ground. Ten minutes ahead they were in the bathroom, Joey preparing James's
bath and Dawson shaving. Meanwhile James was calmed down in his mother's arms, he rubbing his
little feet against her bare hips and stomach and Joey's panties were
lowered, little by little, uncovering more and more creamy and soft
skin of her round butt. III. It was a windy but clear morning in Capeside. A bright sun filled up
the kitchen which belonged to Gale Leery. The two women were sitting
around the kitchen table , with, a huge breakfast spread on the table.
Finally she said, "Do you think I can try to drink a latte today?" At that very moment, while Joey was about to drink the first sip of
her latte in months, Dawson stuck his head from the door frame. He entered
the room in a rush, went to plant one greedy kiss on his wife's neck,
nuzzling briefly there, and asked, turning around the table greeting
his mother with a small squeeze on the shoulders. "It's impossible! You already have the sign of your top, after
only one afternoon into a sailing boat" he leaned out to watch
her lightly tanning bosom, resting on his chin above her shoulder, drawing
her closer by his own bare chest and spooning in the bed. The following afternoon… The evening rolled by lazily. They bought two ice creams and ate them
strolling in the shops still opened, greeting all their acquaintances,
in one word goofing around the town of their childhood. Spontaneously
they ended up at the docks, finding a secluded corner where sitting
down on the wood boards, between the boats rolling slowly with a gentle
breeze. They chatted idly about all and nothing, swinging legs above
the water, liking the forgotten sensation to not have one worry in the
world and all the time ahead, to look for life to begin. "Joey? Jooo…" He felt her look and raised an eyebrow, waiting. IV The hallway of the Emergency Room was crowded, noisy and flooded with an unpleasant and strong fluorescent lighting. Her hazel eyes, usually shining and clear, were shady and dimmed with worry. She was standing, leaning against the wall; one hand plunged in Dawson's hairs, caressing soothly his head, the other clasped fast a radiograph. Every now and then she diverted her attention from his face and sounded the hallway in search of the nurses on duty. He's lying down almost still on a stretcher, and his right knee was more and more swollen. Joey was looking at his closed eyes, at his lips pressed together, feeling the anxiety grown inside her. She can't bear seeing him in so much pain, lying down so vulnerable and undefended. She was fighting to keep her calm since when, returning home, had found him tumbled across the stairs, but lost her temper after that two doctors bumped up without any care against the stretcher, talking and laughing between them. Dawson let himself slip one unintentional pain's yell and Joey finally broke down and burst out almost shouting . "Where do you think you are? I don't see any parties here! Oh yes, you havent noticed the stretcher, did you? Damn, you had the DUTY to notice it. You had the f…king duty to notice and take care of the person that's in this stretcher!". Meanwhile a small audience was growing around her and all the people in the hallway were looking. A couple of nurses from the reception headed along the hallway hurriedly. Joey pointed out toward them "And you, what were you doing? We were here for over an hour and I pleaded you several times because he's suffering, his knee has become very swollen. He needs a plastering and pain-killer, for God sake and instead you send us in a hallway and forget us. You ought be ashamed of your behaviour. He's kind and gentle and didn't saya word. But I'm not. I'm not kind or gentle and I'm boiling now. So, either move your flat ass or I swear I'll sue you for aggravated damages ". All eyes were on her, as were Dawson's, now wide open, too. He saw that she was sighing, heard the worried answer of the nurses "Miss, this isn't necessary, we are sure that the issue can be easily solved" and then a small smile curled his lips. A little later Joey was again leaning against a wall, this time out of a closed door beyond which Dawson was getting his plaster. She was blinking back her tears, unsuccessfully. All her emotions that she had bottled up were choking her up now that she was alone. The fear when she had saw him on the stairs, almost unconscious, without knowing what was wrong, the sorrow that she had felt sensing his pain, the dismay to see him, who's a very healthy and physically strong person, so ailing, the fury she had experienced, having to face the indifference of these people in charge. She began to sob, but almost immediately covered her mouth with an hand, afraid that Dawson could hear her. Finally Dawson was asleep on the sofa, his breath slow and regular in the silence of their living room. Joey saw hastily that it was about 2 in the morning and then leaned her head against the edge of the sofa, looking for a more comfortable position on the hard floor. She let the weariness overcome her, now that he was safe at home. With
a huge plaster that cover his leg from the femur to the ankle, that's
it. Every single muscle of her body was aching and screaming for rest.
To come out from the cab, to walk through the garden and to enter the
house was a very hard job. He's too heavy for her and she struggled
along to prevent him from putting his leg on the ground. And don't forget
her tension…the sofa was the only reachable place for that night.
She was mentally checking the list for tomorrow morning: calling Todd
and her co-worker, moving their bed downstairs, Just before going to sleep he told her "Jo, go to the bed" but she had felt his hand that rested on the beating spot of her throat unintentionally and lightly squeezing. She closed her eyes and covered his hand with her own, turning her head until her cheek dipped in his hip, and caressing the back and the fingers of his hand. She was feeling the soft hairs under her fingertips, every light caress carrying another thought about him. How much she loves him. How much she wants to take away his pain. How much she craves to protect him against anything. It's a feeling that she didn't have about anyone but their children. A strong, primeval feeling that she always kept bottled deep inside and never told him loud. But she suddenly understood that he knows all, that he's the only one who really knows, whispering"Thank you for seeing my love Dawson and for loving me so" and sweetly fall asleep too. "What? This is unfair Dawson, you have already saw me stranded
as a just seized whale into a delivery room, standing with my legs wide
open in front of a crowd of strangers, twice, and now you are pouting The next late morning and she's standing at the side of the just arranged bed, with a wet sponge in the right hand and he was lying, totally naked and totally unhappy, before her "Please Dawson, the doctor said you shouldn't stand until the next week at least, this can't go on". Joey noticed the awkwardness while he closed his eyes. Then she let falling down the sponge in the warm water and sat beside him in the bed. Smoothing away is hair and caressing his face she said "Honey, open your eyes, watch me". He slowly obeyed and opened his gorgeous eyes "Joey, you just had to help me in the bathroom, and now…it's too much for one morning" She cupped his jaws "You are my sweet baby Dawson, and you are my amazing man. I couldn't think any less of you ever. Whatever you may do, you could be my hero if you want. But I love you, you the real man and not an artificial imagine of you. You don't have to be perfect so that I love you. Because I love you no matter what. You can lean on me, you can be weak or vulnerable whenever you feel weak or vulnerable. Because I love you happy and sad, healthy and sick, childish and mature, silly and smart. I always had. It's too late, it was too late since the first time I met you, though if I tried hard and fight it for years". Joey bent down to caress with her mouth his now throbbing lips and then smiled at him. He smiled back and she blurted out "So, can I have the pleasure to wash your nice ass now?" An elated female giggle broke the stillness of the house, followed from a excited male moan. Then an shocked shriek and a pleased sight. "Dawson!" "What?" "We can't…" she begin to say but she's cut off. "Why not? James will remain at school `till afternoon today, the twins are with Andie, we are all alone and… two long weeks are passed since the last time Joey, I'm not accustomed anymore to abstinence" "But…but are you sure this is reliable Dawson? What about your leg?" "My leg is perfectly fine now Jo, besides…" "Don't you feel any more pain?" "No, I don't. Besides – let me finish Joey - we can…experimenting a little bit here" he raise his eyebrows evocatively. "And how exactly?" she bend her head to the side, folding her arms, with a light grin on the lips. "Well, let me think…I have a plaster, I can't move so…I'm sorry but I guess then you have to do all the moving Joey" "And to be an obedient wife?" he begin to tickle her sides at the answer. Almost an hour later he answered still breathless "And to be a wonderful wife Joey". V Dawson was gazing at her for quite some time, as he was sitting in his very comfortable armchair. She looked radiant… stunning actually. After all the years they were together he still manages to be captivated by her natural beauty. It wasn't the white dress that brought out her recent tan or the simple fact that it made her shoulders bare and provoking. It wasn't the pink lipstick that outlined her plump lips or the small diamond eardrops that grazed her slender neck every now and then. He sensed, almost saw actually, the love. The love that made her radiant with this unexplainable energy he felt himself intoxicated in. It was a love that puts stars into her eyes and a melody in her laugh. A love that renders her moves so smooth. She's so deriderable in the evening that he was feeling himself slowly drown in desire to watch her. `The trip. Yeah it's our trip that I have to thank' he thought. They were only just came back from a week of alone time. All by themselves. Far away from kids, work, worries and daily struggles. Dawson knew her too well and could tell that she was on the verge of throw in the towel. He saw how tired her eyes were, so he decided on taking hera little vacation so that the love could shine inher once more. At the beginning Joey started making up excuses: there was a meeting
she had to attend or she promised James to do something and the list
went on. However he have his way of persuasion. As she walking out of
the plane, she had this radiant smile that could have lighted a whole
city. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, kissing her neck softly.
Joey kissed him back and they knew they made the right decision by getting
getting away fron the real world for a while.. That same morning he
caught her smiling again, eyes closed, her face turned toward the bright
sun. She was standing on the porch outside Joey had felt his gaze following her all evening, but now the feeling was even stronger. She turned her head to the left, diverting her attention from the conversation she was involved in, and saw him, seated in a armchair. He flashed her a smile and for a brief moment she was almost blinded by it. `He's too handsome tonight. The black suit is way too sexy on him'. But what made her heart race even faster were the snug fit of his pants he had on that body. Then came the loose silk white shirt he's wearing. Her eyes wandered over to his hairs, blenched by the tropical sun and blonder than ever, that he had brushed back slightly. Her eyes were drawn on his hands that stroked the arms of the chair. She wished she were that arm and felt a long shiver pass through her body. She took a deep breath and contiunued talking to her friend. Her voice was trembling a bit. She placed the glass of champagne, half empty, on a nearby table and clasped the hands together, trying to concentrate in the people around her. Useless. She felt again his piercing gaze glued on her lower back, burning as the sunbeams at the beach that morning. A sequence of images streamed inside her brain. She reminisced the feeling, absorbing new energy; his love. "How can he make this? Only a week"… She moved unwittingly in a new position with a smile, to let him have a better view of her. She's enveloped in warmth, reveling in his invisible touch. But she didn't dare to watch him, not yet. The buzz of hundreds of people enjoying the party, the tinkling of glasses break her trance again. She folded her arms in an attempt to protect herself from the curiosity that her friends began to show about her unusual behavior. Someone in the middle of the crowd shouted "Guys! It's five to midnight!" and a thrill went across the large hall. She gave herself up and slowly turned to stand in front of him. He watched her walk toward him, stopping only a few inches from his crossed leg and unfold her arms. His deep blue pupils grew as he noticed her hardened nipples protrude under the silk fabric of her dress. In reply he uncrossed his leg, starring straight in her hazel eyes, following her gaze lower down his own body and arriving at his groin. If he wasn't so captivated maybe he would had smile or even laugh at the sight of Joey's mouth slightly hanging open, the eyes glued on his large bulge. Instead he reached out towards her, hands opened and lightly shaking. She slowly bent her knees, ending eyes level with him, and leaned forward to kiss him fully on the lips, resting her hands on his lap. They kissed with greed and sweetness, lust and love for more the five minutes. Then much to their regret, parted in the middle of the fireworks. They jumped at the sound of a cell phone ringing. Dawson fished absentminded into the pocket of his trousers, without looking away from Joey's face, and toke out his cellular phone. "Hello!" he paused to listen and then a big smile curled his lips "Hi Jamie! Happy New Year to you too!" another pause and he handed the phone to Joey. "Hi, honey…You too…Wait, wait, wait little adorable sneak, why are you still up?...Oh I see, it's all Maria's fault and the fireworks… Yeah, I know better Jamie! I hope that Joel and Ethan are asleep in their bedroom, ...Maybe…We could discuss the question tomorrow, now off to bed!... Bye honey" She handed the phone back to her husband and laid her head against his chest, feeling his heart still pounding hard. Dawson's words echoed in her ear through his warm flesh "It's bedtime for us too, don't you think?" "Yes, I do" said her in a sing song voice. -------------------------------------------------- |